How do I feel?
After last Sunday, it’s hard to pinpoint one specific feeling.
How should one feel after being abandoned by their best friend in a state they aren’t even from?
On their last day in town no less.
Or finding out that it was planned.
I love my Grandma, but sometimes..
No matter what horrible thing is happening in my life, my grandma will never acknowledge it.
I could be in the hospital on my death bed and I will still never compare to my mom in her eyes.
It’s actually kind of disheartening.